The girl from the scorch

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Y/n's POV

My eyes flutter open to be met with an old, dusty room filled with crates and shelves. The supply building Jorge told me about? Must be.

"Well hey there shank" a familiar British accent suddenly fills my ears. Gazing upwards, I see him staring at me with a grin on his face.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice so quiet it's almost a whisper but Newt seems to have heard me regardless.

"You passed out. Lost a lot of blood." He explains, his gaze falling to my newly bandages arm. "Don't worry, we fixed you right up."

"Thanks"

Looking back at Newt, I now pick up on Mollie sleeping soundly on his lap, with her head on his chest slightly snoring. I just stare at the two of them with a smile on my lips, glad Mollie is okay and being taken care of.

"What are you smiling at?". Newts voice suddenly stops my staring as I'm bought back into the room.

"Oh erm nothing, no nothing" I scramble out, though not too convincingly as he gives me a look to tell me he doesn't believe a word I just said but laughs it off and looks down at Mollie.

We sit in content silence for a few more minutes till Jorge suddenly appears from somewhere in the room. 

"Time to go hermanos."

Minho walks over to us and goes to throw a bag at Newt only to stop when he sees Mollie curled up on his lap. He lets out a small laugh and comes up to me offering me his hand to get up.

"Thanks"

"No problem. I see Newts on babysitting duty then?" To which I laugh at. Looking over towards him, I can see him trying to stand up and pick Mollie up at the same time, trying desperately not to drop her. This causes Minho to let out a laugh too.

"Are you okay then? Can you walk fine?" He suddenly questions, acting serious now despite his previous jokes a second ago.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be fine. Let's go"

With this, I turn back to Newt who had now managed to stand up successfully and is going to grab his bag from Minho. Before he can reach it though, I grab it out of Minho's hands and throw it over my shoulder, making sure it's not the shoulder with my bad arm, and look back at Newt.

"Like Minho said, your on babysitting duty. I'll take your bag if you take her?"

"B-but your arm-"

"My arm will be fine because I don't need to use both of them to carry the bag" I quickly counter his argument with a stern look, proving my point that in fine.

"Fine but if it hurts you give me back the bag"

"Deal"

After that, we were off.

Jorge told us how we were going to see one of his old friends Marcus who in my opinion sounds sketchy but oh well. We walked along the old, mostly abandoned pathways, passing building that had been destroyed by the effects of the scorch.

As I was walking along, I decided I should probably talk to some of these other people since I've only actually talked to Newt and Minho. I sped up my pace and walked next to the other girl, Teresa I think her name is.

"So your the only girl with these guys huh?" I asked in an attempt to start up a conversation . She looked at me as if to make sure I was talking to her then answered with a simple...

"Yeah"

She then looked forwards again and continued to walk in silence. Wow. Bland much. Anyway, I not slowed my pace to walk next to Frypan who appeared to have heard my 'conversation' with Teresa and was laughing away to himself.

"What's so funny?" I ask, trying to hold back a laugh of my own. Frypan let's put a small laugh causing Teresa to turn around and look at us with a look of confusion. This only causes us to laugh even harder as she rolls her eyes at us and keeps walking, although I swear I saw her smile as she looked away.

"Yeah she's not a very talkative one" Frypan laughs. He seems like a lot of fun to hang out with and can clearly take a joke.

"So your names Frypan? How'd that come about as I'm guessing that's not your real name?" I question, just wanting to have a normal conversation with someone.

"Oh well my real names Siggy. In the glade I was the cook so everyone called my Frypan. The name kinda stuck. You can call me Fry if you want. Just easier" He explains with a sigh, clearly remembering what it use to be like for them back where they lived.

"So what actually is 'the glade'?" It now dawned on me that I actually had no idea where these guys were from or what this 'glade' was.

"Well.... it was like a massive field, surrounded by walls hundreds of metres high at least. In the glade we built shacks and other buildings for different purposes. We had a place for everyone to sleep, a kitchen, that was where I spent most of my time, council halls, medhuts... you get the idea"

"Oh. Sounds pretty cool"

"Yeah it was. If you ignored the maze and grievers"

I give him a puzzled glance. No one had mentioned a maze and what the hell is a grieved. As if Fry knew what I was gonna so, he continued explaining.

"The maze surrounded the glade. There were doors on all four walls that would close each night and open in the morning, behind them was a maze. Runners would go out there each day mapping it to find a way out but if you stayed in there when the doors closed you were as good as dead. These bugs mechanical monsters would come out and kill you. But if you look past that it was a good place at the end of the day"

I took in all the information Fry just told me, trying to picture what it would really be like. It sounded quite peaceful despite the obvious life threatening maze and grievers.

"So how many boys were in there?"

"Well each month a new boy got sent up in the box once a month. 30 boys were there in the beginning then a new one each month for around 3 years so you know.. a lot."

I noticed how, despite the huge number of boys there appeared to be in this maze, only a few appeared to still be here, unless some were still with WICKED, but I pushed that thought out of my mind.

I quickly realise I may have killed the happy mood by asking about all the people in the maze as everyone appeared to be looking sadder than they were not so long ago.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to loose people" I say quietly, feeling bad for destroying the good vibes that we're going around.

"No it's fine. It feels good to remember and talk about this stuff, you know. It helps" Fry tells me, although I could sense a small lie in what he said.

With this I decided to walk to the back again next to Newt who still had Mollie asleep in his arms. He could clearly see I felt bad but as soon as I saw him look in my direction, I put a smile on my face and walked in pace with him.

We still had a long walk ahead of us.
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